Spread too thin…

12 04 2010

“The acquisition of one sort of ability often makes that of another unlikely, if not impossible…To take the gifts one does have to concentrate on one’s strength upon their development, to disallow distractions–none of these is an easy task.” ~ Joseph Epstein

At the moment, I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

One work project is wrapping up and another officially got underway today.

I’ve been enjoying helping friends with their social media sites for their stores.

My attempt to get our HOA to represent the Homeowners has exploded into THREE projects rather than the one since it has been determined that I’m dealing with a hydra.  Add to that one crazy as hell neighbor and I could make a full time job of tackling this beast.

I *so* need to complete my taxes.

I need to find a charity willing to take the Jeep AFTER I get the back window repaired (and after I figure out how to get THAT done if the darn thing won’t move!) thanks to the vandals over the weekend.

I want to see my commitment to the April Challenge at 750words.com all the way through to the end.

I’m working on a perpetual calendar idea with mighty magnets which has led to an idea involving jewelry.

And more than anything I want to write about 7 – 10 blog posts I have running around my head.  If only I could clone myself or find more time in the day, but that in itself is a whole other blog post.

Bit by bit, step by step, day by day I will get to them all.  I need the balance they all bring.  I am working through many things in my life at this point and each of these is also helping with that processing through the grief.





Seriously? No really, I’m asking…SERIOUSLY?

11 03 2010

It is completely understandable, it happens all the time, and especially in parking lots.

I realize, sir, that you were probably a little shaken up after having rear-ended another vehicle in the restaurant, but did you really have to BLOCK IN *MY* CAR while you exchanged information slower than snails?

Forget the heart attack I suffered seeing someone with a dent on the front end of their light colored car that had dark colored paint on it parked behind my car while people were exchanging words.  And yes, please ignore me as I look to make sure that dark colored paint wasn’t from MY car, the one you have blocked into its parking spot.

Honestly though, at lunch time on a weekday you, in your admittedly shaken (and I’m not convinced not ‘drunken’) state, couldn’t have pulled up just a little further to stop and exchange information? The woman you hit had her vehicle well out of the way.  You obviously didn’t hit her behind my car so you had to have parked there.

Why for the love of all that is good in this world did you ignore me when I looked imploringly at you as I walked past your car to get to mine?

Why did woman just shrug when I looked imploringly at her when I realized you didn’t allow enough space for me to exit between you and the car parked next to me (aside: I parked on an end space so I’d only have one car next to out of concern that one less wingnut have opportunity to harm my not quite 1 year old (to me) car)?

When I asked nicely that you pull forward did you continue to ignore me? I was TRYING to be considerate.  I even waited a bit thinking to myself, ‘how long could this take? SURELY they must almost be done by now!’

NOPE.  So I waited a bit more until I realized I was now almost 30 minutes late getting back to work because of YOUR accident. Then you did the unthinkable and you got out of your car and WALKED AWAY! So yes, I yelled and I cursed (and I am LOUD and I curse WELL), but you STILL refused to budge (not helping my theory that you were drunk, by the way), acknowledge my existence, or even  notice the inconvenience you were causing me (not helping my compassion for your situation one teensy tiny bit).

I reassessed the situation, immediately discarding the idea of just backing out and taking your heap along with me as I went. I dug deep, I took a few cleansing breaths (HA, I *snorted* with rage, but it had a somewhat cleansing effect), and I channeled my family’s long history of car maneuvering abilities (my uncle can park  SIX 1950 vintage convertibles into a garage with two doors meant to be a 2 car garage with workshop area) before I performed a miracle maneuver WITHIN my parking space (did I mention I was in a CUV parked next to an SUV with a jackass parked on my ass? not a lot of wiggle room) so that I could ease my car out between your vehicle and the SUV next to me with my back-up alarm losing its shit because of the proximity of the other two vehicles (NOT helping my mood towards you AT ALL).

And guess what? THAT is the EXACT moment you chose to return to your car (still ignoring me and my efforts to escape the predicament you created for me)! And when I was almost clear of your car, THAT is the EXACT moment you chose to FINALLY move your P.O.S. That was also the exact moment when I almost completely lost it and jumped out of my car window to beat you to a bloody pulp.

Perfect timing, Jackass! Yes, I did yell that at you. Yes I did yell, now as I was almost clear of your fucking vehicle and you were finally going to move your car, that if you decided to move any direction other than forward and caused me to hit your car in the process I would most certainly kick your ass.

Trust me, that was no threat, it was a promise.  I wouldn’t have succeeded, having never actually hit anyone in my life, but I would have tried like hell and in the process you would have received the tongue lashing of your life.  That IS something with which I’m very experienced and quite adept too, if I do say so myself.

Here is some free advice for future such occasions:

1. At the VERY least acknowledge the innocent 3rd party’s existence. Maybe even apologize for inconveniencing them and offer to move your vehicle if it is blocking their way.

2. Don’t ever flip the bitch-switch on a Type-A Red Head unless you arrived willing to get the horns.

You’re welcome.





If I can write as much and as fast as I talk this should be a piece of cake!

9 03 2010

Tomorrow will mark 7 days that I’ve been participating in journaling on 750words.com and I’ve gotten a great deal out of the experience so far.  I’ve been on and off the journaling wagon for years, nearly all by hand and mostly in Moleskine notebooks. Part of the problem with that was that my notebook usually stayed at home next to bed so that I could write something in morning and then document my gratitude that night.  Unfortunately some nights I’d be too tired to write.  I also felt like I was writing into a void, your basic brain dump, a venting of the spleen, with no real commitment to writing anything if I didn’t feel up for it or didn’t have anything particulary interesting to report that day.

That is why I’ve really been enjoying 750words.  I get feedback. I get a read on my frame of mind, my attitude, areas where I can develop myself.  Fun stats that make it a challenge to myself, a competition against other cyber writers.  I’m currently ranked 275th…after 6 days…this WILL NOT do! As thrilled as I am with my penguin badge, my 42 points, and the opportunity to see my improvement and how I compare to others, I need MORE.  As someone with ADHD who has a tendency to take on projects, but then doesn’t see them through to completion I need more than a challenge, I need accountability, I need consequences for my actions…something akin to, oh I don’t know, maybe a ‘Wall of Shame’ if I should fail to follow through. SO, without further ado:

One Month Challenge Contract

I, Loud Mouth Redhead, accept this challenge to write 750 words every day during the month of April, 2010. If I succeed, I accept that my name will be added to the Wall of Amazingness. But if I miss a day or more, I also accept that my name will be added to the Wall of Shame.

In addition, I pledge to the following self-created rewards and punishments…

If I succeed, I will be grateful I was able to successfully see a project to completion.

If I miss a day or more, I will own my failure and try even harder the next month to continue to develop this habit.

Signed,
One Loud Mouthed Redhead

And there you have it, check back to find out if I’m full of amazingness or shame…I’m sure hoping for amazingness otherwise the business cards I had printed up are going to be USELESS!